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Country Road

I love to ride my motorcycle on a warm summers day.

Listening to the roar of the engine as I sit at the light.

Waiting for the green so I can scream down the road.

Wind in my face and the sky above me.

You on back and no care in the world.

Your arms around my waist as I taste the freshness of the clean country air.

Feel my throttle and shift my gears.

Open road, no real place to go, but down the country roads.

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